Some of our local jays have become quite comfortable around me and Robb. I love how these two are checking each other out. (Sorry about that unflattering under-the-chin camera angle, Robb!)
Step down, please. Your peanut shards await. How do you like our work table? It's made of salvaged cabinet doors, and a wooden shipping crate we found in the crawlspace under our house.
There's something so insanely wonderful about being touched on the hand by a wild animal.
You can see the intelligence in those eyes. We're honored to have earned your trust, Western Scrub Jay.